Why must models always look miserable? Why is there no one who tells their models to walk like they’ve got life by the balls?

Ugh. Just hold on until the convention and official nomination, day-glo Tribble. I don’t want anything getting between me and watching this trainwreck flame out for the next 5 months.

Once as I was biking near the Kennedy Center I came up behind this big group of assholes completely clogging up the path. So I rang my bell indignantly and whipped by them with a snarl. Then I rounded the corner and there was an absolute phalanx of cameras pointed at me. I was like, “Who the hell are they looking at?”…

Well, you’re not wrong about that.

You know, I’ve always felt that a lot of Hillary’s hawkishness is just an over-reaction to wanting to seem So Tough so that merely being a woman won’t be held against her.

LMM is kind of giggly and squirmy, which I loved.

Might have taken a while for the restaurant to review the tape, get the evidence, and summon the police?

That was a far more polite answer than his comment earned.

That is literally one of the smartest and most well-stated things I’ve ever read in a comments section. I’m going to copy and paste it whole in response to a Facebook friends who just asserted he can never vote for Shillary because of how she stole Nevada.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMEEEEEEN

He was actually a really nice person and a lovely father. That made it feel all the more painful, almost like a betrayal. He could have an awesome, smart, accomplished daughter like me and still be so profoundly unwoke?

Oh— no, he died, so now I just get to live with a lifetime of regrets. =)

I had a fairly permanent rift with my father over his assertion that the women who were sexually assaulted at the Tailhook convention deserved it, because why were they entering a male space?

I interviewed an author at a local bookstore— not exactly prime-time— and I had to prep so hard for it. I read the author’s new book, read past recent interviews so I wouldn’t repeat things he’d answered a million times, prepared a list of questions, ranked them so that less essential questions would be at the end in…

A friend of mine tracked down her birth mother and discovered that not only did she live nearby but that she managed a store that we walked by all the time in college. Crazy.

He looks like a Spitting Image puppet.

I could never figure it out.

You’d think! But there was a guy at my college known as “John The Date Rapist.” And women still dated him. So.

We once had a party with a piñata that I decided would be amusing to fill up with things like enemas and condoms. And it WAS amusing! But buying a piñata’s-worth of those things from my local grocery was not so amusing. I’m just saying that maybe the dude had a party to go to.

Someone jerked off at me in the tiny town of 16K that we stay in for skiing (while pretending to ask for directions). At midnight. In winter. Could never figure out if he was driving around hoping to come across the one person out at that hour, or if he saw me and just couldn’t help but start pleasuring himself.